My Innermost Feelings
Posted On: 01/05/2008 Current Mood: sad
Fall, a testimony to bountiful death! Leaves,are turning vibrant colors in a natural denial to their own demise, and leaping to their suicide to be trampled, gathered and burned. A pathway that I often walked was littered with the corpses of what used to be a shady canopy of green. The path itself leads you only to a black, rusty wrought iron street lamp which, night and day, stood vigil above its inseparable brother-the wrought iron plaque. The plaque was a commemorative sign of loss, whose message had been long since erased by time. Its surface once lettered, was now flat and smooth with age, yet dull, as if with the long lost message, its life had gone, leaving a hallow soulless shell. The plaque was protected by a small wooden fence about two feet above the ground, as if the thought alone would stop vandalism and tragedy. The fence was once new and white beacon to all that was organized, and protected. Now it is a magnet to rot, anguish, and the inevitable decay of life. The fence's white paint was gone and replaced with a black film and numerous fungi of the poisonous variety. Not an animal makes a sound in this place of dread and isolation. No one follows me to the desolation that is the path. Why should they?! Its scarry here. I am simply alone in a world of silence where the loudest noise is the screaming of the leaves as they relinquish they're grip on their perches. And it is then that I utter the words "I'm Sorry"